The SA vs the Cossack Faction
Cossack's Citadel, Northern Russia
Beneath the main floor of the Citadel, the Comrades were hard at
work on their escape plan.
"Man this bites! Why do we have to be in some God forsaken
Jay asked Silent Bob. The two were taken by Groundman earlier and
were waiting with the Doctor and Kalinka.
"Would you shut up! I'm trying to get work done here. Your
bitching is louder then my drills. How the hell does Drill do it?" Ground
muttered to himself.
Cossack looked up from his work and at his daughter, who had her
trademark shotgun in her hands. "Kalinka...I am sorry to have
gotten you into this mess...It's all my fault. I'm sorry for all
the times I ever called you ungrateful..." he started, but
Kalinka interrupted him with a hug.
"Father! Never be sorry for what you have done! You have done
what others should have done. Look at these robots, how they believe
in your beliefs. Without you, they might have joined the SA." she
told him. He blinked twice and nodded.
"Thank you Kalinka..."
"Aw look at this shit! It's like some bad chick flick, eh
Jay laughed. Kalinka raised her gun.
"Shut. Your. Mouth. If I have to die, I'd rather not hear
your pathetic banter. It's bad enough I have to be the communications
she told him bluntly. Jay looked shocked.
"Dude...weak!" he protested. Silent Bob raised a fist
and hit him over the head.
A shock was heard over head. It sounded like cannon fire. Suddenly
Drillman appeared. "Is everyone okay Ground?"
"Yeah, though we knocked out that stoner. Can I assume that
we have company?" he asked. Drill nodded.
”We need to finish this fast."
Back within the Citadel itself, Dustman was headed outside as quickly
as he could.
"No pun intended, but this is really going to suck," Dustman
said as he saw the stampeding Chargeman head towards the Citadel,
followed closely by CrystalGirl.
He quickly activated both his communicator and his vacuum as he
prepared to engage the enemy.
"Contact everyone. Yes, everyone. I think most people would
want to know we are out of time to prepare," Sean said into
"Scissor Army forces are closing up on the Citadel, and fast.
Whatever you’re doing, hurry up and get ready to engage the enemy."
Dustman then closed communication and then started to aim a Dust
Crusher. He hesitated for a second and reactivated his communicator.
"Connect me to CC Toad Gal, DI Astrochan, and TT Astroman," Dustman
stated as he kept the incoming opponents in his sight. "Chargeman
is starting to get a little too close to comfort. I'd appreciate
if some fire could be given in an attempt to halt his stampede.
Once again communication was closed and once again a few seconds
were spent thinking.
"Connect me to CC Diveman, DI Grenademan, DI Aquaman, and
anyone you think is appropriate," Dustman said as he now started
to move forward. "Long range team, I am now going to attempt
engaging Chargeman and his companion Crystal. Requesting backup.
Actually, wait…Cancel that. I am at the moment begging for
backup because I highly doubt my ability to last long against the
Dustman now closed communication for the final time and sprinted
in Chargeman’s general direction. He fired off a Dust Crusher,
completely unsure if it would hit its target or not. Then Sean
began to gather dust particles from the air and prepare another
"Well I guess if no one decides to lend a hand I can always
try and run back to the Citadel," Sean muttered to himself
under the sound of his vacuum.
"About time some back-up arrived." Artilleryman commented
as he flew towards Dustman’s position, who was also being joined
by Grenademan. "I'll take care of CrystalGirl." he continued
as he prepped his Pyro Cannon and aimed it at the crystalline princess. "Just
make sure Chargeman doesn't flatten our entire resistance; I'd
still like to get paid my full amount."
"Ha, good to see you're still in one piece." Dustman
replied as he fired another Dust Crusher at the unstoppable force
that was Chargeman.
"And I'd prefer it that you stay that way for the rest of
this battle. I had enough fun picking up your pieces last time,
so don't try any more heroics."
Artilleryman ignored the Cossack bot's remark and focused on CrystalGirl
as he then unleashed a series of fireballs from his Pyro Cannon
at her. As expected the large crystals surrounding her moved into
position and blocked the incoming shots and now the female Ascendant
Android's attention was diverted to him.
"Hmph, so Prince Charming hasn't finished you off yet." she
said before making a sadistic laugh. "I suppose that means
I get to tear you into pieces."
"Great, another psychopath with a penchant for shiny objects.
Due to those crystals she probably also has a weakness to fire
as well. I must be drawn to these types." the mercenary remarked
as he fired another shot from his cannon.
"So even the General has kept me on guard duty..." Geminiman
muttered as he had finally regained his composure after being relieved
of that pesky virus. "I have no choice but to not disappoint
him then." The White Knight promptly split into his maximum
of 6 clones and sent 5 of them to go protect the remaining areas
of the field.
"I will only need one clone to rid myself of that annoying
mercenary..." With all self-doubt erased from his head, he
headed for Artilleryman and CrystalGirl whilst laughing maniacally.
From the observation tower, Pharaohman spotted Gravityman. "Crap,
I see him... And it looks like he brought a buddy along for the ride."
"So now what?" Sunstar inquired.
"One of these Android bastards is bad enough. It'd be suicide
for our group to take on two of them. Kinda my fault, actually, I
should've known better than to assume we'd catch him on his own." Jade
put his hand to his communicator. "Connect me with all the other
teams. We see Gravityman, and Stoneman is with him. Any chance some
of you can keep rock-head occupied while we take Gravs down?"
“I’m trying to give you some cover fire, but these turrets are ancient!”,
Pluto lamented over the communication line.
“Just do what you can! We’ll need all the help in the world and then
some to take him out!”, Pharaoh encouraged.
Outside, Gravityman seemed to realize something.
“Oh…Right…There’s this.”, he commented, once again holding up the
discharged Long Tom round.
Stoneman peeked over at him from a few yards away, somewhat fearing
what this madman would do with it. He slowly began to work his way
further down the wall, away from Gravityman.
The round hovered before the maniac for a few seconds as he admired
it. Then, with sudden force, he punched it, using his manipulation
of gravity to accelerate it far beyond its original speed, sending
the shell, which shattered somewhere along the way, through the corner
of the Citadel, all the way to the opposite corner, finally ending
up in some forest nearly a hundred miles away.
Under the tremendous blow, the tower collapsed, taking the turret
down with it. Free of two annoyances- the gun turret and the wall
itself- Gravityman chuckled as he slowly began to enter the Citadel
as an audience looked on above.
“God, did I draw the short straw, or what?” Dive lamented, throwing
down an empty can of liquid courage. Aquaman shot him an annoyed
look, but Dive ignored ‘im. He had to tango with an SA CO…with the
walkin’ urinal as his back-up. What’d he do to deserve THAT?! From
his position, he could see Stoneman bashin’ away on the Citadel.
Gravity wasn’ his problem, so Stonehenge was gonna be his mark. Just
as good as anyone.
“Any ideas?” Aquaman asked, soundin’ worried.
“Go for the eyes, Bed Wetter. I’ll nail the rest,” Dive commanded,
pointin’ at Stoneman. Stonehenge’s gaze fell squarely on the two
Cossackers huddled on the wall. Outta the blue, several geysers o’
rock and stone shot outta the ground, coverin’ the battlefield with
rubble. Dive didn’ know what the lummox was up ta, but he hated it.
Aquaman fired a steady stream of water balloons into the freak’s
face, but he wasn’t lettin’ up. Dive unleashed a salvo at the brick
wall’s knee, hopin’ that trick would work better here than it did
with Napalm. Dive thanked all merciful God as the knee began ta gave
a smidge. Bits and chunks o’ blasted rock fell off, but the stony
cyclone was still buildin' up.
“Concentrate fire!!” Dive barked as he and Brita Boy hit the blockhead’s
knee with everythin’ they had. Pluto joined in with a few shots from
another one o’ th’ nearby plasma cannons, hittin’ Stone dead-on.
By some fucking miracle, the rock monster hit the ground like a sack
o’ potatoes, breakin’ off huge chunks o’ his rocky armor.
“Thanks for the back-up, Pluto!” Waterboy thanked over the com.
“That’s how it’s done!” Diveman boasted as he pulled a cig outta
his jacket. Before he could light it, somuvtha debris Stonehenge
kicked up started attachin’ itself on the fallen CO like a rocky
“No friggin’ way…” Dive gasped, his unlit cig fallin’ outta his mouth.
Dive and Aqua could do was watched in disbelief as more n’ more of
the rubble patched up Stoneman. As long as the sonuvabitch had all
that rubble around ‘im, he could just simply put ‘imself back together
no matter what they threw at him. N’ there was plenty more rock where
that came from. Not good. Before they knew it, the Rocky Horror Picture
Show was back on his feet, larger than life, twice as ugly, and five
times as pissed. Two more rocky geysers shot outta the ground, only
they was shitloads bigger than the last ones, n’ they was startin’
to spin n’ churn...
“Hit the dirt!” Dive shouted as one o‘ the rocky tornado hit the
wall. Diveman quickly threw himself through a window, avoidin’ the
worst o’ the rock storm, but still clippin’ him n’ badly dentin’
him here n’ there. Aqua wasn’t as nimble or lucky as Dive n’ got
slammed by some heavy-duty rubble, shatterin’ his water tank. The
second stone cyclone tore through the battery that nailed Stone early
on, reducin’ it to useless scrap.
“Crap in a fuckin’ hat,” Dive hissed as he watched Aquaman get hammered.
“Yo! Man down!” Dive screamed over the com, not even botherin’ with
radio etiquette crap. “Frost, Blizzard, Neptune, yer not doin’ nuthin’
constructive! Get yer asses over here ASAP! N’ Aqua’s in deep shit,
“But-“ Kalinka replied over the com.
“NOW!!” Diveman bellowed over the com as somethin’ bang through the
roof. Dive looked up ‘n saw Stoneman loomin’ over ‘im through the
hole in the roof with a mean lookin’ warhammer in place o’ onuva
“Gimme a fuckin’ break!!”
A way’s away, Gravityman’s breach hasn’t gone unnoticed, as Pharaohman
and Sunstar blaze towards Gravityman, ready to slam him with a combined
surprise attack. Uranus drops down also, holding Bright Babe, using
his own gravity powers to soften their landing. Jade and Shift, meanwhile,
streak at Gravity, ready to unleash their full power, when suddenly,
he looks up at them.
"Shit, he saw us. Sunstar! GET BACK!!"
At Jade's command, the two jump back to get themselves out of the
range of Gravityman’s daunting Gravity Hold. Not wasting any time,
the two raise their hands for a barrage of Pharaoh Shots and Fireball
Busters, only for them to be cooled off with a shield of swirling
snow as Gravityman flies back up on his feet.
"You..." Gravity gazes at Pharaohman. "I never did
get to properly pay you back for the job you did on me in Izhevsk." He
looks over at Bright. "Ah, lightbulb-bitch is here too. Good.
I'll enjoy torturing you both."
“Come on and try it!” Sunstar challenges.
“You don’t have to ask me twice!” In a blur, Gravity streaks toward
him and Pharaohman. The two of them leap back, in separate directions,
Jade firing his Pharaoh Beam and Shift releasing a blast from his
flamethrower. Gravity just smirks as a wall of snow bursts from the
ground to shield him temporarily. He throws the frozen barrier at
Jade, who wards it away with a Pharaoh Wave, but while he’s distracted
he jumps at Sunstar and snares him in his Gravity Hold.
“Hrrgh!!” Sunstar struggles painfully against his grip.
“So you think you’re good enough to hang with the big boys, huh?
Psh. I doubt even the General would waste his precious time on your
Uranus suddenly jumps in, using his Gravity Twist to break the hold
long enough for him and Sunstar to escape.
“Oh no you don’t…”
The CO turns to pursue the Stardroids, but catches an eyeful of Jet’s
Flash Stopper. As he holds his eyes for a moment, the ground beneath
him thrashes in his rage.
“GODDAMN LIGHTBULB BITCH!!! WHEN I CATCH HER I’M GONNA RIP THAT FUCKING
LIGHTBULB OFF HER HEAD AND CRAM ITS BROKEN PIECES DOWN HER THROAT
ONE BY ONE!!!”
Quint was extremely cautious. He just knew that the Murmansk sniper
had to have been a Cossacker. The RPD was kept on edge for the first
few hours of suppressant sniper fire, which meant that they couldn't
have had one of their men out there. And Wily's Rescue Force was
decidedly lacking in any sort of long-range support in that respect.
If nothing else, he wanted the data on the shooter, or shooters (He
seemed to move rather quickly for one sniper).
"If I can't take him out, I can at least gather information
on him and compromise his advantage." Quint reasoned. Suddenly,
an axe was hurdling towards him.
Quint dodged the projectile just barely as the weapon lodged itself
into a tree trunk.
"Well, well, if it isn't Captain Quint." A deep voice mused,
stepping out from behind a tree. It was Tomahawkman. "You may
not know this, but I almost had you back in Murmansk. I'm here to
finish the job."
"Really?" Quint sneered. "It's so easy to say something
like that when I'm still standing."
The Robot Master and the Rockman Killer went into a stare down. Regdar
brushed back his duster, revealing his revolvers hanging at his hips.
Snow blew past them both as they stood like statues, each watching
for the other to slip up.
Quint attempted to draw his Saku cannon, but reeled back in pain,
grabbing his right eye. Regdar had beaten him on the draw, blinding
him in the process.
"MY EYE!" Quint screamed. "YOU BASTARD!!!"
"That was a right nasty trick you tried to pull there, partner,
going before you gave the signal." Regdar mocked the writhing
Merc. "Oh, thought you wanted to know. Blizzard's just fine."
Regdar began tossing his tomahawk up and catching it repeatedly.
Quint was able to focus his remaining eye just in time to see the
Silver Tomahawk attack with enough time to dodge it. The axe blade
just grazing his cheek as it caught in the tree behind him.
"I can do this all day, kid." T. Hawk snickered as he lobbed
another Silver Tomahawk at Quint.
The Mercenary may have had a blindspot, but he was able to dodge
the tomahawks that Regdar threw at him. Finally, the Indian Robot
Master decided to take a break. Quint took this time to catch his
"I'm getting tired of playing Cowboys and Indians." Quint
"Ready to play hard-ball when you are, Custer." Regdar
"Ha, ha, ha... but I'm afraid it is YOU who will be making his
last stand." Quint readied his Saku cannon.
Regdar started laughing. It began as a low chuckle, then it elevated
to a hearty laughter. Quint was furious.
"Hey! What's so funny?!" He demanded.
Regdar gave a brisk motion to the surroundings. "Look around
you! What do you see?"
Quint looked around. All he could see were the trees. Oh, and the
various botched attempts to hit him represented by the tomahawks
buried in those trees.
"Lousy axe-throwing?" Quint made an attempt at a smart-aleck
"No, not quite." Regdar shook his head. "I like to
call it a setup." Regdar took out a silver dollar and flipped
it between his fingers. "Call it in the air." He said,
flipping the coin in the air.
Before Quint could react, Regdar pulled out his revolver and emptied
all eight shots from the chamber in rapid succession. He didn't aim
at Quint though. He was aiming at the tomahawks that were lodged
in the trees. His aim as sharp as ever, the bullets ricocheted off
the axe heads, heading straight for a very surprised Quint. Quint
was just barely able to dodge all of the shots, taking one of the
bullets right in the shoulder as he yelped in pain. Regdar put out
his hand and caught the coin.
"Heads." He said.
Quint grit his teeth. "You're all out of ammo again. Just like
Quint swore under his breath as he saw the gunslinger unholster a
second single action army revolver. "Always carry at least two." Regdar
Regdar took a tomahawk and lobbed it high into the air, then proceeded
to open fire just as he had done before. This time, however, he only
fire four shots at the tomahawks lodged in the trees and fired the
remaining four at the tomahawk he had just thrown, showering four
bullets downward on the hapless Mercenary. He wasn't expecting the
downward assault, being more concerned with the chaotic ricochet
attacks from the stationary axes. One of the bullets entered his
left thigh. Quint screamed in pain. It was a damn lucky shot, or
so Quint would have called it. The bullet struck a major nerve relay,
rendering the function of the leg useless. Quint limped on his left
side to avoid the falling tomahawk.
Regdar was enjoying himself. He liked showcasing his expert gunplay.
"Farewell, and ado, to ye fair Spanish ladies..." Regdar
sang the first line of the sea-shanty a different Captain Quint was
famous for, mocking the Quint that was kneeling before him.
Sean activated his communicator and connected his with Grenademan’s;
he had no doubt that communication would be necessary during this
fight. Another Dust Crusher was launched and backed up with a few
explosives and each attack hit the target. The stampeding train based
robot, however, continued onward, barely slowing down as the projectiles
"God damn it!" Dustman shouted over the radio. "What
does it take to make this guy flinch!"
"Not sure, I guess we will just have to whittle him down," replied
Dustman paused to think for a second as he took a few shots with
his buster. His eyes followed the blasts of energy all the way to
impact. The giant monstrosity kept moving forward. A few more explosives
hit Chargeman and succeeded in causing him to slow down once more.
"Do you think you can nail him in the face with a bunch of those
grenades?" asked Dustman. "Maybe around ten grenades to
the face could catch his attention.”
"Not sure," Grenademan answered. "I think he might
be too tall. I've never shot a grenade that high before. Besides,
I couldn't have them all go off simultaneously!"
"Let me try then. Create as many grenades as you can and then
lob them towards me," Dustman said.
Maha quickly threw handfuls of grenades towards Dustman, who quickly
sucked them into his vacuum, spending a few seconds aiming before
he opened fire. The explosions occurred, one after the other, right
in front of Chargeman’s giant head. The locomotive slowed to a stop
as he screamed and futilely raised his arms in front of his face
expecting more. The mechanical monster than looked around and spotted
his two attackers, which looked almost like mice in comparison. A
deafening, but incomprehensible, scream came from Chargeman before
he altered course towards the Dustman and Grenademan.
"Well, you got his attention." Maha said. "Now what?"
"Uh....not sure," Sean answered. "Running looks like
a good idea right now!"
"Wait, you didn't think this far ahead?!" shouted Grenademan.
"What were you expecting?! Did you think that would be it?!
I thought you would have a battle plan! You're supposed to be smart!"
"Not expecting, but I was hoping." Sean replied. "And
I always thought improvisation was best for battle."
Dustman then noticed Chargeman getting uncomfortably close. He saw
the snow melt and the soot stain the earth black only a few yards
"And I really think we should get out of the way!" shouted
Before Grenademan could respond, Dustman used a blast of air from
his vacuum to knock his ally away. Then, Dustman quickly dove in
the opposite direction as Chargeman charged by. The snow and ice
were melted away and the ground was overturned from the spikes of
Chargeman’s feet. The ash covered the earth. Some of the soot managed
to land on the two Robot Masters and they felt the heat eat away
at their armor. Nothing life threatening had been dealt, but death
had been far too close to comfort for both Maha and Sean.
"Okay, lets try and keep our distance from now on," Dustman
said over the communication system, still rather shocked.
Grenademan quickly replied, "Agreed."
"Splitting up might be the best idea for now," Sean suggested.
"He can't trail us both and whoever he isn't chasing can open
fire as much as possible. I don't think he has any weaponry other
than his body."
"I don't think he needs any." Maha dryly observed. "Be
Chargeman had already turned around and was about to sweep at the
smaller robots once more when the two ran off in different directions.
He hesitated for a few moments before running after Dustman. Grenademan
then immediately turned around and began to lob explosive after explosive
at the speeding locomotive while Sean ran for his life.
On the opposite side of the Citadel, Artilleryman continued his attempts
to stave off the incoming Scissor Army brigade.
Shot after shot was being repelled, and Artilleryman was getting
frustrated, at least when he was fighting Geminiman he felt like
he was doing something by keeping him constantly moving in order
to evade attacks, but CrystalGirl didn’t even move an inch when a
shot came her way. Instead, one of her crystals would just instantly
move to the right place and the right time, leaving no opening.
“Damn it all, my Pyro Cannon just isn’t enough to get through her
defense! Fortunately, this constant attacking has kept her crystals
from doing anything other than blocking, so if I can just…” the mercenary’s
train of thought was interrupted when he suddenly realized a large
laser beam shoot out one of the crystals and singed the side of his
“Oh, did I miss?” CrystalGirl snickered as she motioned her Crystal
Eye to adjust the degree of its laser shot. Artilleryman was not
pleased at this turn of events. Shiny objects, a sadistic laugh and
now a laser, it was just all too familiar to him.
“Am I reminding you of somebody?” the crystalline robot asked as
if she was reading his mind. “Well unlike fairy boy, I will get the
job done and tear you into pieces.” She fired her Crystal Eye laser
again through a larger crystal and refracted the now larger beam
at the former Wily bot, who was now more prepared and flew out to
evade the beam until he noticed a much larger beam suddenly pass
by at a different angle. Reacting as fast as he could, he bent backwards
in time to see the laser tear apart his chest-plate before it reflected
off the Citadel wall and into the ground before it went back up in
his direction. He rolled out of the path of the laser which narrowly
blew off his left arm in the process but then noticed the laser hit
one of CrystalGirl’s crystals and shot right back at him, missing
him by several inches.
A familiar laugh echoed in the field and the two robots then turned
to see Geminiman approaching with his arm cannon pointed at Artilleryman,
his grin was as wide as ever. “Surprised to see me, Artilleryman?”
he sneered at the horrified mercenary.
“Damn it, Geminiman! Watch where you are firing those lasers! My
crystals are not some sort of convenient object you can bounce that
pathetic laser of yours off.”
“Calm down, princess. Your crystals are as resilient as they are
beautiful; I can only hope that their owner is the same.” The crystal
robot felt somewhat disgusted at the White Knight’s rather lame remark
and then decided to press on to attack the Citadel.
“Go back to your fantasies about your ‘beloved’. I am far out of
your league.” She replied as she went to attack the Citadel walls.
“Shot down again.” The White Knight sighed as he fired another laser
at Artilleryman, “It appears I’ll need to earn a bit more respect
to get more of the ladies. So I’ll have to make sure I finish you
off for good.”
Artilleryman managed to dodge the incoming laser and thought about
his situation, Geminiman was one thing, but if he concentrated on
him now, he would let CrystalGirl destroy the Citadel, wall allowing
the SA to gain entry into this wing of the Citadel. This would mean
his employer would be in more danger, and if he had no employer,
he would not get paid. His grudge against him already allowed the
SA to get closer than they should; he was not going to let it happen
again so he quickly turned to fire several shots in front of her
to prevent her from advancing.
“You’re not going anywhere, just because he’s here doesn’t mean you
can run away, I will destroy you both.” He yelled out, determined
as he was, in his mind he had realized he had just signed his own
death certificate… again.
“Geminiman, you idiot, can’t you keep him occupied at all?”
“If you are so frustrated by him, princess, you might as well help.”
The White Knight annoyingly stated. The two robots glared at each
other before they finally just nodded in agreement and concentrated
their attacks on the airborne mercenary. Their lasers flew in various
directions creating a beautiful and deadly light show in which Artilleryman
struggled to avoid, watching him dance in the air soon made CrystalGirl
and Geminiman cry out in maniacal laughter which sounded in the ears
of all that were around them. Soon the laughter grew infectious as
the nearby SA officers started to laugh as they pressed their attack
“What the hell is so funny?” Artilleryman yelled as he struggled
to return fire. “I could certainly use some help here stopping these
Explosions soon occurred around the mercenary, helping put a stop
to the lethal laser light show and Artilleryman turned to see the
turrets pointing over at his direction before they quickly turned
to face another point on the battlefield.
“I’ve got enough problems to deal with shooting at the rest of the
Ascendant Androids! I can’t cover all your backs!” Pluto cried out
as he was still struggling to keep the turrets functioning.
Artilleryman looked around and saw that everyone else was occupied,
and then noticed the unstoppable force that was Chargeman who was
moving around relentlessly around the field as so many of his comrades
were trying to stop him. He then noticed that spewing out what appeared
to be smoldering hot ash where ever he went and then it clicked to
him. If he could somehow distract Chargeman into passing through
his ordeal, the ash he’d leave in his wake would burn away at his
sadistic opponents and hopefully lighten the attack load on the Citadel
if he can keep him distracted long enough to draw him away from the
fight. Artilleryman switched on his communicator to contact the rest
of him team.
“To all the guys fighting Chargeman, listen up, I might have a plan.
But I’ll need a bit of help trying to get it to work.”
Back in the mobile control
room, Pluto was in trouble. His CPAS had started sprouting errors
out the wing-wang, and he couldn't fix it with software changes.
He soon realized it was a hardware problem; the components borrowed
from the Sagittarius were finally falling apart. Fortunately, his
limbs still worked perfectly. Pluto and Mars tried their best to
defend the Citadel in spite of the glaring problem, but Gravityman
had noticed the sudden change in the turret movements.
"Strange, they seem... less precise." the SA officer
thought aloud while looking through the mounds of snow for Bright
Babe. Seeing an opening, he rose into the air and tore off as many
of the nearby turrets as he could, hurling them into the walls
of the Citadel. The damage was extensive, as the holes left structural
weak points and they started to collapse. Gravity just made it
worse as he put even more force on the side of the building.
The two Stardroids could see the damage by looking at what parts
of the Citadel had lost power. All they could do was stand and
watch as the building was torn to shreds.
"That's it." Pluto said. Shouting over the com system,
he warned the Cossacks of the impending danger. "Kalinka,
Mikhail, get out of here now! The place is falling apart!" He
turned off the speaker system and unplugged from the control panel. "C'mon
Mars, we've got to get out of here!"
As he said that, a small chunk fell from the ceiling. The whole
place was shaking.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Mars responded, unplugging
from the control panel himself. Gathering both cords, he set them
on fire and hopped into the land rover. Pluto got into the driver's
seat, revving the motor as Mars charged his weapon. The vehicle
sped down the tunnel as the massive explosion destroyed the small
room and any trace of the control panel. Speeding through at 400mph,
the land rover outran the small fireball, slowing down once the
flames were no longer a danger. Suddenly, the rover spun out, colliding
with the wall of the tunnel. Pluto was obviously unconscious from
"Oh no... wake up!" Mars shouted. "You can't pass
But it was no use. Pluto's already heavily damaged body had finally
Mars quickly pulled Pluto into the back, and took the driver's
seat. He put the vehicle into reverse, backing away from the wall
and turning back to the Citadel.
I've got to get back there. Sunstar will have to pilot his ship
now..., he thought.
The rover entered the charred room, and Mars jumped out. "I'll
be back..." he said to his teammate. Running down the hallways,
he was surprised to find the Citadel was still mostly intact. "CG
Sunstar, are you there?" Mars asked over the com system.
"What is it?! I'm kinda RUNNING FOR MY LIFE HERE!" Sunstar
shouted back. "Note to self: Never shoot Gravityman in the
back while he's distracted!"
Below the snowy, battle-scarred fields outside of the Citadel,
another front of the siege was taking place, although more quietly
than a full assault.
"Filthy, filthy, filthy!" Waveman fumed as he drifted
his way through the sewage. "Such a sin for water to be used
like this!" As he went along he accumulated some of the water
to his own mass, doing his best to purge it of unwanted particles
and objects. By the time he was directly underneath the Citadel,
he was about the size of a yellow devil, his immense size pressing
against the sewer walls.
"Now, now, shall I wait here? The metal heads may try and
escape through here... Oh, but guard duty is so boring!" the
liquid behemoth radioed Napalm. "Yo, 'Palmy! Should I just
wash everyone out of the Citadel?"
"That actually sounds like-"
"Good enough for me!" Waveman cackled, and closed the
Blizzardman received the transmission from Diveman.
"Got it." Blizzardman said over the com link. He turned
to the group.
"Frost, Pirate, Neptune, we have to-"
Blizzard's shout was cut off as the ground shattered and water began
to spray from the hole. A crazed laughter rang out from the water as several armor
pieces floated in the watery mass.
"Shit! It's Wave!" Neptune shouted.
Wave wasted no time in slamming Blizzardman into the wall with a
column of sewage. Both painful and disgusting, Blizzard hit the wall,
impacting the steel upon collision. Waveman shot pressurized fists
in every direction, nailing everyone in the hallway. The walls began
to crumple under the force, threatening a collapse from above. Waveman
began cackling in his usual manner. What had he to fear of being
crushed? He'd just ooze out from the rubble.
"Neptune, NOW!" Blizzardman shouted.
Before Waveman could react, Neptune blasted Wave with a shot of Aquamarine.
Waveman began to shriek with pain as his own body became an acidic
solution, eating away at his protein bonds. Waveman broke off from
the rest of his "body," but serious damage had already
been done. He had lost a lot of nanomachines from that acid bath,
and he couldn't manipulate water nearly as much as before.
"Hehehehehe.. KYAHAHAHAHA!!! How could you?!" He cackled
"You've maimed me!"
Waveman realized with the flooding water, all Neptune had to do was
pump the incoming sewage with acid. Then he'd be a dead man. He began
to flee from the one thing he had abused on so many occasions. The
other Robot Masters gave chase. Waveman saw his redemption from the
flood: a staircase.
"Higher ground!" He gasped, reaching the top in one mighty
Neptune was the first to catch up with him. "Why don't you stay
and die like a man?" He asked.
Waveman lunged at him with his trident. Neptune shot a blast of Aquamarine
at him, but he pulled out the water from his gut, allowing the blast
to pass through the new hole in his body. He rushed the cosmic fighter,
following the blast carefully to avoid taking in acid, and slammed
his whole body into Neptune, forcing him to the ground. He pressurized
water on Neptune's buster, pinning his arm to the ground. He raised
his trident over his head.
"Tonight's special from the chef: skewered mermaid-thing on
a shish kabob!" Waveman shrieked hysterically, thrusting the
trident downward. Neptune put his arm up to defend, the trident stabbing
down into his wrist and pinning it to his chest. His arm was now
useless, but he avoided death, which Neptune was rather grateful
However, something burst out of the wall, and Neptune's heart sank
as he realized that it was one of Wave's trademark giant makeshift
tridents enveloped in malleable water, crafted prior to the battle
from the sewer walls. It was shorter than usual to fit indoors, though.
Waveman scooped up Neptune with his new trident and swung it around
360 degrees, hurling the Cosmic Gladiator off and hurtling down the
"Heyyyy! Why don't you stay and die like a man?!" Wave
taunted to the still airborne Gladiator, then turned just in time.....
Frostman dashed at the watery figure before him, now only yards away
from him. Wave blasted a concentrated column of water at him which
Frostman blocked with his fists. The water kept pushing the behemoth
back despite Wave's weakened state. Frost eventually backed into
a wall, the steel starting to give under the intense pressure.
"What is this delicious evil energy I taste in you?" Waveman
asked with amusement, referring to Frostman. "Oh, yes, I sense
evil that surpasses any I have ever seen! KYAHAHAHAHA!! How could
someone covered in so much darkness be with a scumbag like Cossack?!
Come now, that energy has much better use on the other side.....
On the Scissor Army!"
"Don't listen to him!" Neptune's distant voice called out.
If Frostman had even responded to Waveman’s proposal, it would have
been drowned out by the insane SA officer's laughter anyway, as well
as the torrent of water that began to push on with greater force.
"How does it feel to be helpless?!" Waveman cackled since
Neptune could no longer assist in bathing the SA Commander in acid. "You'd
put up more of a fight... If you were graced with the good General's
power! Heeheeheeheehee!" Frostman only smirked.
Waveman watched as Frostman shot liquid nitrogen from his knuckles,
freezing the pounding water as it attempted to push him back. The
water spray began to freeze on Frostman’s knuckles, creating boxing
gloves of ice. However, Frost had failed to take account of the still-active
trident, and the giant weapon emerged from the flood of water, embedding
itself into the behemoth's left hand. Luckily, the layer of ice he
had created cushioned the hit, but it still penetrated pretty deep,
and the stream of water was starting to push it in. Howling in pain,
Frostman mustered all of his strength to yank the trident out and
snap it in half. He clenched his injured hand to see that it was
still functional, then continued to block the flood that was still
Pirateman leapt over Frost's back and into the water stream, rushing
through the mass. Waveman broke off his attack, and Pirateman stopped
his rush and jumped back as the aquatic terror's stomach suddenly
expanded into a huge maw that snapped at him. Several more of the
monsters emerged as tentacles, lashing out at Pirateman, but the
Tyrant adeptly leaped over them, the meteor kicked right through
the watery monster and slamming a piece of armor out of Wave's body.
Waveman growled as he saw Pirateman had snitched his crown from the
water. A lightning-quick viper head attempted to snatch it back,
but Pirate pulled his hand away, and instead the snake got a small
portion of his shoulder armor. He saw the piece become pressurized
into oblivion by Waveman, who then made a sick gurgling noise.
Blizzardman was now rounding the corner. He began to rush up the
steps as Frostman shattered the gloves and slammed his fists on the
ground, sending an Ice Wave hurtling after him. Waveman jetted his
body to the stairs that wrapped to the other side to avoid the blast.
He began to ascend the steel walkway as Blizzardman ran to the center
of the staircase.
"Frostman!" Blizzard yelled to the ice golem.
"What?!" Frostman yelled back, about to give chase.
"Fire your Ice Gatling into the air!" Blizzardman shouted.
Shit! Waveman thought as he realized their plan. However, it was
Blizzardman thrust his palms above him and shot a furious Blizzard
Attack as Frostman fired his Ice Gatling into the air. Waveman tried
to avoid the attack, but the storm of liquid nitrogen projectiles
was all too much. Waveman tried to vibrate his nanomachines in an
attempt to warm himself, but friction alone wasn't enough to counter
sub-zero temperatures. Waveman slowed as the storm ravaged his watery
form, finally, unable to dodge the Gatlings fired at him, he was
shot head on.
"How does it feel to be helpless," Frostman calmly asked,
echoing Wave from before.
"Such power...." Waveman commended, his speech processors
unfortunately still intact. "Butyou'dbeevenstrongerifyouwere-"
Frostman cut him short, finalizing his strike with a blob of liquid
nitrogen, encasing the Android. Unable to keep his balance, Waveman
tumbled off the staircase, shattering on the ground.
"Is he dead?" Frostman asked.
Blizzardman picked up a frozen shard. He placed the piece of ice
into his frigid trench coat. With the ice so close to his chilled
body, it would be a long time before he had a chance to thaw.
"No..." Blizzard said. "But he is in an extremely
dormant state. He won't be moving for a while."
"I say we turn this room into a meat-locker." Pirateman
spoke up, twirling his newfangled treasure around his finger.
"Good idea." Neptune agreed, only now returning from his
previous flight down the hall. "Another good idea would be REMOVING
THIS TRIDENT FROM MY ARM!"
Pirateman tried to gently removed the trident as the two ice brawlers
created a winter wonderland in minutes. The whole staircase was covered
in snow and ice and three feet of snow now covered the floor.
"Welcome to Russia." Blizzardman said with a chilling cold
in his voice.
"AA Blizzardman. Hey, Blizzard, nice weather we're havin', eh?
Just callin' to see if ye wouldn't mind GETTIN' THE FUCK OVER HERE!"
Blizzardman had almost forgotten that Diveman needed backup. Then
again, didn't everyone?
Just then, the com system gave a disturbing update. Gravityman was
beginning to penetrate the Citadel defenses and Stoneman was with
him. To make matters worse, Gemini and Crystal were hounding Artillery
while Chargeman was storming the main defenses. Only Sean and Maha
were trying to stop the nuclear-powered train. The SA had too many
powerful forces spread out, and this wasn't all of them. This wasn't
combat, this was an extermination. Cutman wanted Cossack dead, and
he would probably see to the job himself. That meant the General
himself was around here somewhere. He was formidable enough without
his twisted machines of war. What chance did the Citadel have?
"Zapper..." Blizzardman whispered to himself. "You
guys go on, I need to help Artillery." Blizzard lied to his
It worked. Neptune, Pirate, and Frost ran off to help Diveman while
Blizzard stayed behind.
"Sorry guys..." Blizzard whispered under his breath. "But
Zapper means more to me than all of you..."
Outside of the Citadel, Quint and Tomahawkman continued their deadly
game of hide and seek in the wilderness.
Quint looked at the tomahawks lodged into the trees. "I have
to get rid of those somehow." he thought.
The sniper spun the barrel of his revolver, thumbing in six more
rounds before snapping the barrel back into place. He aimed at the
various tomahawks lodged in the trees around the duel field and fired.
Two of the bullets entered Quint's back, right under his shoulders
- not enough to immobilize his arms, but enough to cause him pain
as he moved them.
One other hit the back of the Officer's left knee, completely rendering
the leg useless.
The fourth and fifth aimed a point just above his pelvis, which would
took away his enemy's ability to move his remaining leg for a long
However, the last bullet, aimed at Quint's left arm, did not deal
damage : it bounced back, as if a small force field surrounded the
arm. Even worse, itcame back at Regdar, forcing him to dive out of
"My turn, now !" yelled the Officer. While gritting his
teeth, he grabbed his left wrist and pulled. The arm detached, and
he threw it on his immediate right.
A rain of missiles hit Quint in the back before the limb fell to
the ground. The Killer was sent flying in the air, and hit a tree
head-first before landing, apparently knocked out.
Searchman walked out of his hiding spot, the doors on his torso still
opened ; the Homing Snipers were already reloading.
The Indian Robot Master nodded at him before getting back on his
Unnoticed by the pair of Cossackers, the arm had landed on a thick
layer of snow, nearly forming ice. Small claws came from the shoulder
and dug in.
"Thanks, Search. Now, let's get back to the SA."
"Negative." The answer from the two-headed sniper blocked
Regdar on his feet.
"He's out of commission, man. We've got more important stuff
to deal with."
"I must make myself sure of it."
"Don't you remember how tight our budget is ? We can't allow
ourselves to waste ammo on half-dead enemies !" explained Regdar
with a voice louder than he wanted to.
"I did not intend to waste bullets on him..." Searchman
did a small gesture from his left hand, and a dagger appeared just
above his left hand.
"Do not interfere."
By now, the Sakugarne had transformed into a turret, and was aiming
at the two-headed robot. An order, a small impulsion, and it would
destroy the opponent.
"Hey, that's just overkill, man." Regdar's face grew pale,
as he gazed into Searchman’s eyes. They slightly glowed a dark purple,
and he heard what would happen next if he stood in his way. "I
can't allow you to do that. I kill for a living, maybe, but I have
moral standards. He may be our enemy, but he doesn't deserve that."
"He does." The aura in the Impacter's eyes grew darker,
as he motioned himself closer to the corpse.
"Look. We're losing time, and there are plenty of Officers around.
Do you have a special grudge against him or something ?" reasoned
"Actually, I do." Searchman’s heads looked away, as if
he was telling a shameful story. "We are...of the same family.
He dirtied our name."
"And a rain of missiles didn't clean it ? This is my final word.
We go back helping the others, or I'll take you out right now." His
gun wasn't loaded, but he brushed back his duster to reveal a tomahawk
attached to his belt. "I won't like it, but some guys need us." Regdar
Searchman considered it, before retracting his blade. His eyes went
a slightly brighter shade of purple as well. "Fine. New mission
: Sniper actions on SA Officers."
"That's the way to go, man." encouraged Regdar.
Both of them walked away. In the middle of the soft noise they were
making as they walked in the snow, he heard the start of a low humming.
Before he made a connection, the humming turned in a loud screeching,
and a burning-white ray came from the spot the Saku cannon had landed.
The shot hit Searchman right in his torso, causing a chain reaction
with his internal missile launchers. He exploded in a shower of metal
debris, his legs still firmly standing.
Debris hit Regdar on his left cheek, causing him to "wake up" from
the scene. He turned back, to see his victim was still alive.
Quint had leaned on his right side, his legs lifeless, and oily blood
covering his face. He had his hand on his right ear, apparently sending
a message :
"Quint to General Cutman. One sniper is down, the other should
be easily incapacitated. Quint, over."
He left his arm fell, and he raised his head to see Regdar pointing
his rifle at a point between his eyes.
"Funny, that. You had two good eyes, and didn't see my shot
? Talk about a sniper..." he laughed, and laughed, until the
Assassin fired. Quint was finally out of commission.
Regdar was about to leave, when he realized what would happen after
the battle : the SA would pick Quint up, right. But -and he stared
at Searchman’s remains- they wouldn't stop at that...
"He's pretty unstable with that energy of his." he muttered,
before picking up the biggest remains of his sniper colleague - the
shoulders, his left arm and his two heads, still pieced together
by some miracle. "But that means it'll be all too easy for Mesmer
to turn him into an SA puppet." He winced at the contact of
burned metal against his body, and went back to the forest's edge.
He could still do some shots on the SA before having to retreat...
Just outside of the South wall of the Citadel, General Cutman had
gathered with the majority of his “orange peel”, where he stopped
and looked up at the wall, nearly forty feet tall. Knowing he could
scale it with relative ease, even given it’s icy, smooth sides, he
knew he’d have to leave his followers behind, meaning he’d have to
waste further time in fighting off lesser robots to get to Cossack.
“Sir, you want us to take this thing down?”, Punk offered enthusiastically.
Cutman removed his frail-looking hands from his lab coat, rubbing
his index finger against his metal chin. “…No. The structural integrity
of the wall has been seriously compromised on the other side. Causing
a massive breach here would cause the entire wall assembly to collapse,
with the majority of it landing atop the inner sanctum. We’d never
reach Cossack then.”
“Perhaps I should sneak in and open the front door for you, sir.”,
Sedulus came up with a secondary offer. This too would be shot down.
“We haven’t that sort of time.”
Cutman’s hand found its way into his satchel bag, intriguing his
troupe as they had collectively wonder what he had brought with him
since he had arrived. Pulling out his hand, he produced a rather
innocent looking device.
“A…hand grenade?”, Buster Rod raised an eyebrow to. “No offense sir,
but I was hoping for something a little more…y’know…cool.”
The General chuckled very softly. “I suggest you stand back. All
of you. The wind is going to be a factor here.”
Puzzled, the group reversed a few steps back, giving the Citadel
twenty feet of space.
“A grenade?”, Mega Water whispered to Ballade. Does he really think-“
Cutman casually tossed the white orb towards the wall with an eased,
underhanded pitch. The fragile casing immediately broke apart upon
hitting the wall, and a gray mist spewed out, accompanied by a loud
The “orange peel” collectively leaned in closer as the wall melted
away, blowing into the Citadel along with the wind that had pressed
“Interesting. Four and three hundredths seconds…”, Cutman scribbled
down into a notebook, which he also kept in the bag. “I’d say that
first field test was successful.”
“General! What the hell was that?!”, Punk inquired loudly.
“I’ve been calling them ‘nano bombs’. You’ve heard of nanotechnology,
correct? Oh, yes, of course you have…I programmed you. Anyways, this
is a direct military application of that technology in a destructive
force. That gray mist was a swarm of limited-life, non-replicating
nanomachines programmed to disassemble any and all objects their
“…Okay…Now THAT is cool.”, Buster Rod commended.
“Uh, question. What if the wind had changed direction and blew it
back at us, sir?”, Enker asked with a concerned look on his face.
“Then you’d be killed, obviously.”, Cutman waved off. “I’d be fine,
“How would you be fine? Wouldn’t the mist eat you?”, Buster Rod added.
“Boring details, my boy.”, the General chuckled as he readjusted
the bag on his shoulder. Without answering the question, he headed
“…I don’t think they’d be boring…”, Punk muttered to Enker.
Once inside the old fortress, Cutman took a moment to look around,
as if reminiscing.
“I always did like the architecture of this place…”, he whispered.
This line seemed to elude most of the others, save for Ballade, who
looked at him strangely for a few moments, then snapped out of it
when he began heading off down one of the hallways, the rest of his
“peel” following him.
It wasn’t long before the welcome wagon would interrupt their progress.
Slashman's sensor array became active. It appeared that some enemies
made their way into the Citadel, a mere three feet from his current
"AA, CentaurGirl. DI, Swordman. We've got company. Keep on the
alert, and keep in contact at all times." He whispered into
The animal-like Robot Master hid in the corridor, getting a good
look at my opponents. After taking a good look, he was sure that
his day couldn't get any better. The General had made his way inside,
and he wasn't alone. Slashman knew that he couldn't tackle this one
He felt something tap his shoulder. Turning, claws bared, he realized
that it was his partner, CentaurGirl.
"Don't spook me like that." he said in a harsh whisper. "I
could've hurt you." After the reprimand, he smiled. "But
at the same time, you're a godsend. Take a wild guess who's at our
front door right now."
CentaurGirl didn't have to tell him in words. She only gave me a
Slashman nodded. "Yep. The General himself decided to invite
himself in and stroll around like he owns the place. Well, let's
Once their backs were turned, before CentaurGirl could protest, Slashman
lept from the shadows, tackling one of them to the ground. When he
recovered, he noticed that it was Enker or the Seven Mercenaries.
He quickly recovered, and the others turned around.
"Well well." said the resident strongman of the 7 Mercenaries,
"You have some nerve trying to sneak attack us like that."
The wolverine smiled. "Hey, it wouldn't be a war if I didn't
fight, now would it?" he retorted.
Enker, now getting up from the tackle, was laughing. "You really
think that you two have a chance against us? We are way out of your
league, especially our master." He motioned to the General with
General Cutman studied the two Cossackers with his bloodshot eyes.
"Enker," he said in his demonic voice, which sent a chill
through Slashman, “You’re more than enough for these two to handle.
Take care of them while we find Cossack."
Enker smiled, and drew his lance. "Gladly," he said with
The General and the rest of the Mercs marched on. Slashman wanted
so much to tear Cutman limb from limb at that moment, but Enker just
wouldn't have it.
He shrugged. Ah well. At least this CO would suffice, he thought
to himself. He got into his battle stance, and kept one eye on his
partner, waiting to see what she would do. Would she take off after
the General, or help me? Didn't matter to him either way, but he
No. No point of thinking that in the middle of combat. He
smiled, and stared straight at Enker. "Your move." he said
“Okay, when did we start losing control here?”
“Did we ever HAVE control in the first place?”
Gravityman’s been relentless in his attacks the past several minutes.
It seems the more Pharaoh and Sunstar hit him; they only succeed
in making him angrier. So far, they, along with Bright and Uranus,
have stayed away from the brunt of his gravitational attacks, but
for the moment, they’ve been mostly defensive this whole time, focusing
on dodging the huge chunks of debris and snow he’s compressed into
solid ice that he’s been spinning every which way.
“We’re gonna need a bit more backup on this…” Jade muttered. “AA,
Blizzardman. You got a minute?”
“Dammit, hope he’s okay. DI, Searchman. We could use a little sniper
backup with this guy.”
“Crap. I’m getting no one. CC, Toad Gal. Can you give us a hand for
“Even she’s not answering?” Bright Babe asked.
“No. I hope nothing happened to her…”
Jet didn’t say anything for a moment, not sure what to think either.
“Don’t worry, she’s probably just busy now.”
Pharaohman nodded. “Alright then, looks like we’re gonna have to
bring this guy down ourselves, and go help the others, am I right?”
Uranus got out from behind their cover. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care
of this guy.”
The hulking Stardroid grabbed a huge piece of what used to be the
North wall and hurls it at Gravityman, who easily catches it with
his Gravity Hold.
“You poor fool. At the end of your rope, huh?” Gravityman smiled
as he sent the large chunk of stone back with enough force to smash
the Stardroid to dust. But Uranus deflects it back with his Gravity
Twist. “I see, so you have gravity powers too. Well? Are we gonna
fight then, or just play catch?”
He sent it back with even greater force. “Damn, I won’t be able to
block…” Before he can even complete that thought, the rock smashes
into him. Hard. Even with the Gravity Twist working against it, it
still plows through him with enough force to cause massive internal
Gravityman wasted no time dashing over to Uranus, grabbing him and
slamming his massive, yet horribly damaged body into the wall over
and over again. “You fat fuck!! Did you think for a second that your
power could match mine?! I’M the master of gravity! Not you!!”
“Uranus!!” Sunstar cried out. He unleashed a blast from his flamethrower
while Jade shot a Pharaoh Beam. Ice shot out from the ground, instantly
impacted from the snow, and flew toward them, putting out their fire
attacks at the same time while they jumped out of the way. Jet turned
her Flash Stopper on, but Gravity wasn’t about to fall for that again;
he quickly closed his eyes and sent a rock in her direction, shattering
her light bulb.
“Not so tough without that attack, are ya, girlie?” Gravity laughs
as he drops Uranus’s corpse and sprints toward her. “I’m gonna enjoy
making you SUFFER!!”
“Jet!!” Pharaoh ran in front of her, ready to fire a Pharaoh Shot
in the SA officer’s face, but he appeared to be anticipating that
as he suddenly stopped and grabbed Jade, flinging him into a nearby
“You are just too predictable, you know that?” He laughed heartily
as his gaze switched over to Sunstar. “Whats’s wrong? Feeling left
out? Why don’t you try another attack against me?”
“Dammit…” Sunstar muttered. “I heard he was tough, but this is unbelievable…
he’s a MONSTER…”
“Got that right. Don’t worry, you’ll join your fat friend soon enough.”
He turned to the downed Pharaohman. “Now where was I, before you
so rudely interrupted me in Izhevsk?” He grabs Bright Babe in his
Gravity Hold in front of him. “Oh yes, I believe we were right here.”
He started slowly crushing Jade. “Go ahead, try that trick you did
before; burn your lady friend here alive. I don’t mind.” he guffawed.
“Jade…Don’t worry about me…Just defeat him... and help the others.”
Jet weakly stammered.
Phraohman just closed his eyes as he tried to shake his head. “You
know I can’t do that…”
“Crap, I have to do something!” Sunstar Fire Dashed at Gravityman
as his back was turned, but he was obviously waiting for that as
ice shot up around him, plowing into him on all sides. Gravity then
tosses him aside like a rag doll.
“Down, boy! I TOLD you to wait your turn!!” The bully Officer growled.
“Okay, fun time’s over. I’m afraid I have a schedule to keep today…
Suddenly, a trio of plasma blast hit him from behind. It was the
previously missing Skullman, standing atop a piece of the wall.
Gravityman glared at him as he fumed. “I am getting sick and goddamn
tired of all these distractions!!” He shot a shower of debris at
Zymeth, who simply blocked them with his Skull Barrier. Then, he
ran back inside the Citadel. “That’s right, you BETTER run, you skull-faced
freak!! I‘ll tear your ass apart just as soon as…”
Suddenly, he was hit in the kneecap by yet another charged plasma
shot. While Gravity wasn’t foolish enough to drop his Hold completely,
it was weakened enough by the distraction for Bright Babe to angle
her buster enough to shoot him in the leg. Gravityman howled in pain,
flinging Jet into a nearby tree. He looked at her, fire burning in
his eyes “I’ve had it with you… YOUR LIFE ENDS NOW!!”
His last mistake was throwing his human shield away. No sooner did
those words leave his mouth than a fully-charged Pharaoh Shot, which
Jade had been powering up for just the right moment, hit his head
at almost point blank range. He fell motionless to the ground, smoke
pouring from his smoldering head.
With that, Pharaohman fell over, almost completely spent with that
Jet just laid in the snow a few moments after slamming into the tree.
She was sporting some nasty damage now. After having a rock thrown
at her earlier to break her light bulb, and now being sent into a
tree full force, she was beat. Or at least it left her with enough
damage to weaken her ability to fight.
Finally, after about half a minute or there about, she finally sat
up, rubbing her head wondering what on Earth happened. Then she remembered...
"Oh no! That's right! My light bulb's been shattered to pieces!" she
cried, almost frightened by her predicament. Not to mention a small
stream of internal fluids was coming from the corner of her mouth.
At least that would explain the error messages her system kept sending.
She wasn't worried about that though.
She needed to find her comrades, but she stopped dead in her tracks
upon finding Gravityman face down in the snow with smoke coming from
his downed form.
"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed as she got a little closer
as if to be sure she wasn't seeing things. "Gravity.... Wait.
She stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Jade exhausted and laying in
the snow now.
"Oh dear!" she quickly ran over to Jade to see if he was
"Jade?" she asked while she knelt next to where he collapsed.
"Jade, please get up!" she cried, growing more and more
worried by the second as she was scanning the scene to find any SA
Officer before they found them first.
"We should get out of here now, Jade!" she said
trying to help him up.
Sunstar groggily stood up and surveyed the area. First seeing Uranus's
mangled body and then seeing Gravityman face down in the snow, which
he glared at with hatred in his eyes.
"YOU BASTARD! Uranus was MY nemesis!" Sunstar shouted at
Gravity's body before using his flamethrower as a makeshift sword
to hack at the lifeless body until it was as mangled as Uranus's.
After a few moments of trying to gather himself, he finally noticed
Bright Babe kneeling next to Pharaohman and walked over to her.
"Bright... We have no time to waste, though, I understand how
you are worried about your fallen comrade…But we are needed on the
battle field. Now, lets get our fallen comrades someplace where the
SA won't find them and then try to find out where our abilities will
be most needed in the battlefield." Sunstar said to Bright Babe
right before walking over to Uranus's corpse, dragging it towards
the Citadel. BB followed suit, pulling Pharaohman by his arms.
Elsewhere, a com link rattled off, begging for attention.
"CC, Toad Gal. Can you give us a hand for a minute? Zap…?”
Zapper intended to answer the com link, but she was unfortunately
busy... being an audience.
Zapper had just gotten outside the Citadel when Spade caught her.
Spade loomed over her menacingly, his face had a threatening glare.
Suddenly, he passed his hand across his face and a new mask had appeared
in place of the old one. This one had a giant grin across it's mug.
He then straightened up as if he meant no harm and began to dexterously
shuffle playing cards.
"Pick a card, any card at all." Spade said quickly and
Zapper reached for a card and Spade slapped her hand. "NO! Not
that THAT one!" He corrected.
"Ow..." Zapper rubbed her hand and decided to try again.
Spade began to clear his throat obnoxiously, gagging and wheezing
to indicate another lemon card. Zapper finally found a card that
pleased the mad jester.
"Now, DO NOT show me the card." Spade passed his hand over
his face, replacing the smile with a stern visage. "Now shuffle
it back into the deck."
Zapper did so.
"WONDERFUL!" Spade switched to the crazed grin. "I
shall now, without ANY knowledge of your card of choice, show you
which card you picked." He lunged forward, just inches from
Zapper's face, making her extremely uncomfortable. He held up a card. "Is
THIS your card?"
"Umm... no..." Zapper said, rather let down by the lack-luster
performance just displayed.
"Huh?!" Spade had covered his face with the fanned deck
of cards, bringing them down to reveal a shocked expression. "Are
you sure?" He asked accusingly.
"Yeah, that's not my card..." Zapper shrank down a bit,
afraid to hurt his feelings.
"How about this card?" Spade held up another one.
"No..." Zapper was getting nervous. She didn't want to
upset Spade, but she didn't want to lie, either.
"How about THIS one?" Spade chucked the card at her this
time, cutting a few hairs from her head as she dodged it.
"No!" Zapper started running away from him.
"How about this one? Or this one? Maybe THIS is your card?" Spade
began throwing cards at Zapper, floating off the ground and chasing
her in circles as she denied each one. "C'mon, I've got a 1
in 52 chance of getting this right!"
Zapper tried so hard to dodge the attacks, but Spade was a deadeye
when it came to card tricks. He kept throwing several at a time,
and all she could do was let one hit her in a spot that wasn't a
vital point. She was starting to receive gashes all over her body
while Spade laughed like a maniac.
"Oh, I still have 22 cards left! AAAHAHAHA!" Spade began
shuffling the razor-edged cards.
Spade suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. "HERRO!-" He
turned around to find Blizzard glaring at him. Spade switched to
a sad mask by passing his hand across his face.
"Not the face..." He begged.
"I don't take requests..." Blizzardman stated coldly.
"YOU HAVE NO TASTE!!!" Spade screamed as Blizzardman’s
uppercut sent the crazed theatrical murderer sailing over the field
in a high arc, burying half of his body face-first in the snow.
Blizzardman rushed over to Toad. Dark purple blood had stained the
snow where she stood, shaking.
"Zapper! Are you ok?" He asked, worried.
"Yeah..." She replied. "Thanks, Reg..."
Blizzard looked at her. His eyes once again retracted to pupils. "Zapper.
Go and pack your things, we need to leave, now."
"But, Reg..." Zapper looked back at her team mates. "What
about the others?"
Blizzard placed both hands on Zapper's shoulders. "I won't lose
He said. "I can't! I can't go on without you!"
Zapper looked at Regulus. His eyes expressed all the terror he felt
when confronted with losing her.
"Please..." He begged.
Zapper stood there, motionless. Bright, Skull, Dive, Drill... they
were all her friends. They were her family, and now her lover was
asking her to abandon them all when they needed her most. She wanted
to help, but she knew if she refused, Regulus would stay and fight
to keep her safe.
"O-okay..." Zapper ran off.
Blizzardman rushed off to his room to pack a few of his things before
leaving with Zapper. "I won't lose you, my love. The world means
nothing to me if you're not in it..."
Spade kicked his legs frantically in an attempt to pull himself up
from the snow. He finally dislodged himself and stood upright. "Heckler!" He
called out towards the lovers, dusting himself off. "Oh well,
the show MUST go on! AAAAAHAHAHAAA!"
Suddenly, Spade received a transmission.
"Hellooooo." Spade sang into the receiver.
"SA Officer Spade, this is SA Officer Sedulus. I wish to share
some vital information with you..."
be okay... I think..." Pharaoh stumbled to his feet.
"Are you sure? You look pretty messed up." Bright asked,
concerned that he might be pushing himself too hard.
"Eh, don't worry about it." Jade laughed. "I've
been though worse than that lummox can dish out." Not really,
but he didn't want to worry her. Truth is, he was pretty badly
torn up, both inside and out. To top it off, he had little strength
left after putting everything into that last Pharaoh Shot. "What
"I think I'll be okay." Jet felt the top of her head,
where her light bulb usually was. "I don't know how much help
I am now if I can't use my Flash Stopper..."
"I dunno, I doubt Gravs would argee with that right now."
"Heheh. Thanks. But what do we do now?"
Jade answered by opening his com link. "CC Drillman. You there?"
"What's up, Jade?" Drillman’s voice crackled through
"Well, you can forget about any trouble Gravityman might cause.
We took care of him"
"Good job. What's your status."
"Not too good, to be honest. Me and Bright are pretty messed
up. It's not like you can go into a fight with a walking black
hole and come out unscathed, y'know."
"Yeah... Well, get to the basement in the Citadel then. The
doctor might be able to patch you up temporarily, at least. And
we're getting ready to get him out of here anyway."
"I see... Alright then. We'll see you in a bit." Pharaohman
broke contact with Drill. He then turned to Jet. "Well, you
heard the boss. Hurry on down to the basement. I'll see if I can
lend a hand to any of the other Comrades still fighting out here."
Bright Babe protested. "Oh no you don't. You're not in any
shape to fight! C'mon, I'm sure they can handle things."
Jade shrugged. She was right, after all. Who did he think he was
kidding? He knew he wasn’t going survive if he tried locking horns
with another SA Officer. Besides, it wasn’t like the others were
incapable of holding their own.
"Alright, alright. I guess I can't let you go by yourself,
He looked around. "Hey, where's Sunstar?"
"He took Uranus back inside the Citadel. Which is precisely
where we should be heading. Let's go."
As they made their way back to the Citadel, through the demolished
north wall, a low moan emitted from underneath Gravityman’s demolished
Mars marched back and forth near the rover he had driven outside
near the back, away from the prying eyes of the SA. It was remote
enough to give them protection from the SA but accessible enough
to let people get there in time. Mars looked down, “Come on…” he
said, anxiously. He put his hand to his headset. “If you guys don’t
get here soon we’re leaving without you! Pluto’s hurt and-“
Suddenly a rogue energy wave landed near him. It was Spade, recently
recovered from Blizzard knocking the crap out of him. “Oh come on.
Not you!” Mars said, more annoyed than anything. “How’d YOU know
Spade laughed in his normal fashion. “HEEHEHEEEEHEHEEEEE! A little
birdie told me. Actually, Sedulus pointed you guys out for me, heheheheh.
Sent me over here to nip a potential problem in the butt, you know
what I’m sayin’? HEHEEHEEE!” Spade’s invisible “audience” erupted
in applause, much to Mars’s dismay. He brushed a hand in front of
his face, revealing a sinister expression.
Mars stomped his foot. “You know what, freak show!?” He demanded,
readying his weapons.
“SHOW!? NOW you have the idea!!! HAHAAHAHAAA!” Before Mars could
open fire Spade sprung into the air, throwing an onslaught of multicolored
balls down. They all exploded in a series of flashing lights and
colorful smoke, making Mars loose his line of vision. Spade giggled
and leapt into the cloud, his wrist blades drawn. He teleported behind
Mars, who was unaware of the killer clown’s location.
Spade leapt at the flat-footed Cosmic Gladiator, only to find that
he wasn’t as well hidden from the war machine as he had thought.
Mars’s foot kicked Spade squarely in the face, knocking him back
out of the dissipating cloud cover. The ‘crowd’ gasped, but Spade
recovered from his flight with a handspring. “Nice shot!” The jester
declared, moving his face in front of his mask and adding a happy
smile to it. “THIS is a show, gentlemen!”
Mars aimed his busters at him and opened fire, the nimble acrobat
easily dodging the spray of bullets. Two grenade shells fired at
Spade, but he caught them in mid flight, knocking them out of the
air and somehow disarming them in the same motion. “HOW-“ Mars started,
only to be interrupted.
“A magician never reveals his tricks, Curly Joe! HAAHAHAAA!” With
that Spade somersaulted towards the Cosmic Gladiator. Mars aimed
down to fire at him, and did, only to have the acrobat leap up and
land in front of him. Spade delivered a humiliating slap to Mars,
followed by a poke to both eyes. “Nyuk nyuk nyuk! AHAAHAAA! Someone
needs to get in touch with-“
Spade was cut short as Mars backhanded him, sending him flying backwards
and causing the audience to gasp once again. Spade landed on his
feet, but obviously not very amused with that last attack. He looked
up, his mask carrying a sad-eyed expression. “That hurt!” Spade cried,
childlike. Mars only grinned.
“There’s a hell of a lot more where that came from.” Mars said, getting
ready for another assault. Spade started laughing again. He gestured
and fireworks erupted behind him in a dazzling display and his mask
changed back to normal. He took out a deck of cards and began shuffling
them between his hands.
“I won’t look at the card!” Spade declared. With that he hurled the
sharpened blade at Mars, which stuck in his armor with startling
destructive capabilities for such a small projectile. “Three of hearts!”
Spade guessed. Mars looked down. It was. He crumpled the metal object
in his hand as Spade got applause, being able to pull off the card
trick this time. He fired another grenade and then a flame round,
but Spade disappeared in a giant flash of light and smoke.
He saw the performer going for another card, and turned around to
attack. Spade was caught completely off guard. Mars opened fire with
every weapon in his arsenal. Fireballs, grenades, rockets, machine
gun bullets, and others all whizzed towards Spade, causing the snowy
area in which he was standing into a complete disaster zone. Mars
watched the explosions and smoke fly, still firing into the murky
mess. Suddenly a flash of various colored light shot forth from it,
Spade screaming like a little girl.
Mars raised an eyebrow. It was obviously being showcased. But his
thoughts were interrupted as he felt a pair of feet land on his shoulders.
He shouted as a blade punctured his skull, unexpectedly. He managed
to struggle a look upwards. Above him, Spade was in the process of
stabbing his other arm down and pulling his other up. The one he
had shot was an illusion after all.
Spade’s infuriating grinning mask faded out as his wrist blade plunged
into Mars’s face. He aimed up through the excruciating pain and started
firing in an attempt to hit the murderous jester. But Spade merely
scuttled away from the fire to continue his rapid stabbing of Mars’s
head and neck. The Gladiator felt his arms go limp, followed soon
by his knees. Spade’s screeching laughter and the audience roaring
with applause echoed through his mind as everything went black.
Spade leapt from the robot’s shoulders and bowed deeply. “Thank you!
Thank you! You’re too kind!” He cried. “Then again, maybe not kind
enough.” Spade mused in his best Groucho Marx impression. “Oh ho
ho! Christmas came early this year. Someone’s dropped Spade off a
new little toy!” He yelled, running for the rover.
Spade practically leapt through the door and spun around in the driver’s
seat, getting ready to start pushing random buttons until he saw
something in the back of the rover. He contorted out of the seat
and slunk over to the unconscious figure of Pluto in the back. “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww…”
Spade cooed, “That’s adorable. He has no idea that he’s about to
Pluto began to collect his thoughts and shrug off his unconsciousness.
Pluto forced his eyes open, only to see a black and white mask with
a gigantic, now demonic grin plastered on it inches from his face.
“You been takin’ any illegal drugs boy!?” Spade shouted in a horrible
Pluto started to scream but it was cut short by Spade eviscerating
him, sending him back to a mental blackout. Spade laughed and looked
over his latest victim. He was disappointed though, as neither of
them bled. “Oh well…” Spade sighed. He started to go back to the
driver’s seat, nursing the impact wounds he had suffered, when he
turned around to look at Pluto’s downed body again.
He held a light bulb over his head and it turned on. He laughed manically
and hopped over to him. He reached behind his back and produced a
pair of scissors and a needle and thread set seemingly from out of
nowhere. He crouched down and went to work, and in moments he had
the object of his whimsy. He took off his jester’s cap and replaced
it with his new hat. It was a purplish fur hat, similar to a raccoon
skin cap, with Pluto’s long tail dangling from its back.
“I has me a dern good-looking cap there, eh?” Spade asked himself
before jumping out of the driver’s seat and running over to Mars’s
downed body, throwing it in the back along with Pluto’s. He heard
something from Mars’s twisted helmet. A cord popped out of his sleeve
and he plugged it into Mars’s earpiece, and he heard them.
“Mars? Are you there!?” Someone asked, probably Sunstar. Spade giggled.
“If you want him to hear you…” Spade said, suddenly taking on a deathly
sinister tone, “You’ll have to speak louder, hahahaha.” With that
he tossed the helmet aside, hopping back in the Driver’s seat.
It was only moments later when Spade was careening around the outside
of the battlefield like an intoxicated infant in the Cosmic Gladiator’s
rover. “TEN FOUR! SMOKIE’S ON MY TAIL!” Spade shouted to himself.
He drove around to where the real battle was taking place, and then,
much to his allies’ annoyance and dismay, past it. He drove into
a nearby tree, not causing much damage to the rover but still causing
it to come to a sudden halt.
He toppled out of the driver’s side door without too much grace.
“I’m OKAY!” He shouted, raising his hands. The General, who was looking
on without much humor, only shook his head. He continued on, annoyed
by the distraction.
Sedulus, who was looking on, mused to himself, “Spade’s antics, bizarre
and outlandish behavior, and overall disregard for the objectives
at hand are quite detrimental to the success rate of our current
mission. However, his combat abilities and unique assassination talents
lend much to our efforts. Overall, Spade seems to be a greater benefit
than a detriment, but his exasperating behavior lends much to be
Sedulus turned to see that the General had not been listening to
him, and continued following his commander. He heard Spade in the
background, screaming “Check it out! I made a Pluto hat! HAAAAHAHAAAHEEEHEEHHEEE!”
Spade leapt onto the top of the rover, scouting for potential victims.
He was having a lot of fun, now.
"How do you two feel?" Cossack asked the two Comrades.
He had managed to repair the internal damages on Pharaohman and Bright
Babe, fixing the latter's light bulb.
"Well I could be better, but it's great Doc. Thanks," Jade
told him, with Jet nodding her head.
"Yeah, I am glad that we are all okay. I wonder how the others
are doing..." she muttered.
"They'll be fine. Ground, I don’t think the top is big enough.
Let's tackle that," Drill told his counterpart. The two activate
their drills, piercing the rocks above.
After only a few moments, the entire tunnel shook, causing dust to
fall on top of its inhabitants.
Collectively, they adopted silence for a few moments, listening for
it. Finally shrugging it off, Drillman re-activated his arms and
went back to work, but not for much longer.
In mere seconds, the tunnel seemed to come alive, plunging the entire
group into a panicked darkness, which was quickly broken by Bright
Babe. Peering ahead, they were shocked to find the cause of the problem.
With a grunt, Stoneman lifted his arm out of the ground, leaving
a massive hole to the surface. Nobody in the tunnel seemed too keen
on taking the chance getting out that way.
Needless to say, the entire group was already on their way out before
Kalinka got even halfway through her order. As fast as they ran,
Stoneman disassembled himself now, and followed in hot pursuit, chasing
the collective refugees back into the Citadel.
With most of the gang back inside, Groundman and Drillman fired off
their explosive weapons into the tunnel, sealing it off, momentarily
blocking Stoneman’s chase. Knowing that wouldn’t hold for very long,
the group had to think of Plan B…Fast.
“We don’t have any other options…”, Cossack wheezed.
"...You don't mean..." Drill started.
”Yes, I do. We’ll have to use the bomb shelter exits.”
“Bomb shelter? What’s this all about?”, Drew asked.
“This Citadel has two bomb shelters built sometime during the Cold
War. One is in the North, the other in the South. It’s been years
since I’ve been down there to check on them, so I don’t know of the
doors will open in time.”, the sweat-drenched doctor explained. “Drew…I
cannot allow you to come to harm. Please take Kalinka-“
“Papa, no! I can’t leave you!”, she pleaded.
Cossack continued, holding Kalinka against his belly, tears welling
up around his eyes. “Take Kalinka out through the South shelter,
as well as these two.”, he asked, gesturing to Jay and Silent Bob.
“Groundman, please take care of them.”
“I…will, doctor.”, the large, drill-tipped machine promised.
“My Comrades and I will escape through the North shelter. I pray
to God we will meet again outside and escape to the West. Please…Be
safe.”, he pleaded with the forces that be as he kissed his daughter
on the head before pushing her into Drew’s arms.
“Kalinka…Its time to go.”, Drew hushed her sobs as he nodded to his
old friend. “God speed, Sergei.”
Cossack nodded tearfully as he watched his daughter reach back to
him over Drew’s shoulders. Mindful of the time, the Comrades took
Cossack by the arms, dragging him down the opposite end of the passage
Buster Rod G. was holding to his orders: keeping his General from
having to deal with any small fry. As much of an honor that personally
body-guarding the General himself was, things were actually pretty
boring. At least until he noticed a strange red-orange figure coming
"The fu-" Suddenly Buster Rod was blind-sighted by a stampeding
Swordman, with full intents on taking him out. Buster Rod quickly
rolled with the tackle and somersaulted a little more until he could
jump back to his feet. He pulled out his bo staff and held a defensive
position, this was going to be a duel.
It started out with the obligatory, almost clichéd, stare-down. This
continued for a good half a minute, until Sword took a dive at the
simian Officer. Buster Rod parried the blow, but he got knocked down
in the process. He rolled just out of the way of a follow-up overhead
swing, and jumping to his feet, he swung his staff at Swordman's
legs, hitting behind the kneecap, causing him to stumble as he was
in the process of pulling his sword back up.
"This will prove interesting..." Swordman thought to himself
as he stood himself back up. "The rushdown strategy worked
for a little while, but he'll quickly learn to anticipate it." Swordman
thought to himself, then approached his opponent. This time, Swordman
thrust his sword forward in an attempt to stab Buster Rod, but the
simian Mercenary was able to step aside. However, Buster was caught
unprepared for Swordman's follow-up, which was a horizontal strike.
Buster made a hasty attempt to block, but was knocked down by the
attack. Swordman then tried to use his free hand to grab his opponent,
but Buster was able to get up and back out of reach.
Back outside, the “Chargeman dilemma” continued on…
Chargeman was closing in on Dustman while Grenademan lobbed grenade
after grenade. As the distance between the runners shortened, Grenademan
attacked more rapidly and started shouting to get Chargeman’s attention.
When Dustman received Artilleryman's message he quickly ran while
trying to hold a conversation.
"You have a plan? Sure, let me here it," Sean said over
"We'll do our best to help, though we are a bit busy," Maha
Both listened quietly as they frantically avoided Chargeman and his
superheated ash. Once Artilleryman finished, the duo grinned.
"You want to trade places for a while? Fine by me," Dustman
"But how are we going to get there?" Grenademan asked. "Its
not like we can lose this guy that easily."
"Leave, that to me," Dustman answered. "I've been
meaning to try this for a while."
Dustman activated his vacuum and sucked in nearby dirt and debris.
He then spun around and aimed upwards toward Chargeman’s face. However
rather than firing off a Dust Crusher, a cloud of dust came flying
out of the vacuum to obscure Chargeman’s sight. While the SA officer
was left blinded, Sean and Maha proceeded to run towards Artilleryman's
"I didn't know you could do that," Maha said.
"What's so complicated about that move," Sean replied. "Its
a Dust Crusher minus a step. All I did was not bother to compact
all the trash I took in."
Suddenly, lasers were flying off in every direction as Artilleryman
tried to weave his way through the gaps left by Crystal and Gemini’s
light show. Then he felt a burning pain as a laser had finally hit
its mark, destroying his left arm.
“Ow! Son of a…” Artilleryman instinctively tried to grasp his wound
although couldn't due his other arm being an oversized cannon. But,
in the process he stopped his movement momentarily and then soon
another laser flew past and shot off the remains of his right leg,
causing him to fly a bit off course before he could adjust his balance
“Nice shooting, princess.” Geminiman remarked as he continued to
fire off his Gemini Laser, having them reflect off the Citadel walls
and his fellow officer’s crystals. “Together we make the most dazzling
“Enough with the ‘princess’, got that, fairy boy?” CrystalGirl replied
as she moved her crystals gracefully around the area in order to
keep her prey on his feet, so to speak, no longer caring that Geminiman’s
lasers were bouncing off them constantly now.
“If my plan is to work, I’m going to need these two off my back for
a while. Dust and Grenade had better get here soon…”, Artillery grunted.
As if on cue, grenade after grenade was fired on to the field as
the two robots had come to Artilleryman’s aid.
“Still holding up there, pal?” Dustman remarked at Artilleryman,
whom was really looking worse for wear, he then proceeded to fire
a Dust Crusher at his two new opponents, who were taken aback by
their sudden appearance.
“Using garbage to attack? How very uncouth of you, I believe I’ll
have to show you some common decency!”, the White Knight uttered
in disgust as the attack flew past him.
“Damn it all, where the hell is Chargeman? He was supposed to be
running these two down!” CrystalGirl yelled out in annoyance but
then she saw in the distance, Chargeman wiping off the dust in his
face and a familiar look of anger resurfacing on his face, and her
anger quicky turned to fear. “Shit, he’s getting in that mood again.”
“Good, all the pieces are in play. Hope you guys can all do your
part.” Artilleryman said with a smile on his face as he began charging
up his particle beam.
"Don't worry," Dustman said. "I think we can handle
"Yeah, no problem," Grenademan replied. "Any preference,
"I think I'll teach 'Prince Charming' that life isn't a fairytale,"
answered Dustman. "I'm going to show him not all weapons are
nice and pretty."
The two then split up to take care of their respective foes. Grenademan
began to toss explosives at CrystalGirl while Dustman used fired
his buster against the Geminiman. The two SA officers were quick
to recover as precious gem stones blocked the explosions and the
'White Knight' sidestepped all of the buster shots. The battle was
now fairer that it was two against two, but it still would be an
uphill struggle for Cossack's forces.
CrystalGirl used her crystals to block every grenade tossed her way,
and Grenademan’s frustration was starting to show. The explosives
were thrown more rapidly with little aiming at all as Maha tried
to blast through the barriers of valuable gems. Grenademan was so
busy, he didn't notice the Crystal Eye had fired until right before
the laser struck. He quickly tried jerking away, but still was hit
hard in the right shoulder. The laser had cut right through the armor.
However Grenademan had little time to recover as a crystal shard
came flying towards him and tore through his side like a dagger.
"Close range and long range capabilities," muttered Grenademan
as he aimed another grenade. "It looks like the only thing General
Cutman doesn’t give you guys is freewill."
Dustman was not fairing much better. The 'White Knight' was dodging
everything he threw at him and Sean was having a hard time keeping
up. Even when Dustman dodged Geminiman’s signature laser it would
go bouncing off one of CrystalGirl’s crystals or the Citadel’s walls,
coming right back at Dustman. The trajectory of the attack was precise
and Sean soon found himself struggling to dodge Geminiman, rather
than even attempting to launch an attack of his own.
Then Geminiman and CrystalGirl decided to come up with a slight plan
of their own. Another Gemini Laser was fired, which Dustman found
little difficulty to dodge. A second crystal shard was sent towards
Grenademan and this time Maha had an easy time stepping out of the
way. Neither realized anything was wrong until the Gemini Laser hit
Grenademan in the back of his right leg and the sharpened gemstone
tore through Dustman’s buster. Sean glanced down at his buster and
quickly realized his secondary weapon was now useless. Grenademan
examined his wounds and came to the conclusion that soon he might
not be capable of keeping up the fight.
"Artilleryman, you better hurry up," Dustman muttered underneath
“Dust, Grenade, time to get out of the way!” he sounded through the
communicator, and the two robots quickly acknowledged the order,
barreling off to the side as far as they could, firing their weapons
at their respective opponents to prevent them from pursuing. To further
assist them, Artilleryman managed to unleash a salvo of missiles
around the White Knight and the Crystalline Princess, to box them
in. Then CrystalGirl had caught on in horror to what was happening.
“Those bastards, Chargeman stop!” she cried out in a futile effort
as Chargeman’s mind was lost in his rage, completely oblivious to
the trench Artilleryman had just made in front of him with the particle
beam. Then everything just seemed to go in slow motion; Chargeman
fell into the trench, crashing violently into the ground, causing
all his burning nuclear ash to fly everywhere in front of him, covering
the unprepared Geminiman and severely damaging CrystalGirl and her
precious gemstones that had come to block off most of the ash headed
The two SA robots screamed out in agony as the ash melted away at
their armor, forcing them to the ground as they tried to cool them
themselves on the snow, only to have it melt instantaneously as it
“My… my precious armor… my beautiful looks… you… you’ve ruined it
all! Hurts… so… much…” The White Knight was nothing but a burning
ash covered shape of what he once was; he could barely even talk
as he tried to remove the ash that was clinging on to him burning
into his body, eyes and skin. He could no longer take it anymore,
as he shook off as much of the ash as he could he decided to merge
this body with one of the clones on guard duty. He could not pull
another clone from their post to carry on his fight, and so he regrettably
retreated from the field.
“This is most unpleasant… I hate to leave a lady like this, but I
cannot go on in this condition.” He muttered as he suddenly shifted
away from the battlefield and moved back to guard duty.
CrystalGirl got off slightly better, but her condition was still
almost critical. She had lost 3 of her precious gems to the ash,
melted down into significantly smaller shards and her Crystal Eye
was damaged beyond recognition, not to mention parts of her body
were now smoldering from the nuclear ash spewed out from Chargeman.
“That god damn train,” she cursed under her breath as she slowly
stood up, trying to ignore the burning pain she was feeling all over
now finding herself on her lonesome against Dustman, Grenademan and
“I gotta hand it to you Artilleryman; that was one hell of a plan.”
His laughter slowly died away though when he then noticed Chargeman
was getting up from his pitfall, looking as furious as ever.
Quick to react, Artilleryman fired his Electro Net from his shoulder
cannon to try containing the beast, but it only managed to anger
the Hell Train even more as he broke from the snare, the electricity
doing practically nothing to him. He tried using his stun laser but
it appeared to do absolutely nothing.
“Aw crap, that’s not good.” He voiced over the communicator. “You
two take care of CrystalGirl; I’ll redirect this runaway Hell Train
away from the Citadel!”
Not too far down the wall, Stoneman had given up on persuing Cossack
through the collapsed tunnel, and was once again focused on demolishing
the outer walls of the Citadel, despite Diveman’s best efforts to
gain his attention…
Things were goin' ta shit. Fred Flintstone didn' seem ta
care 'bout Dive anymore 'n was now relentlessly nailin' the Citadel
walls with 'is hammer 'n giant rocky fists from the rubble strewn
all over the battlefield. Dive tried slowin' 'im down by firin' Dive
Missiles at odd
"weakspots", hopin' one o' 'em would bring the fucker down
again. Bastard didn' even slow down; he just pulled 'imself 'nother
band-aid from the debris as he plugged away at the walls. However,
Dive coulda sworn he saw some kinda ball floatin’ ‘round inside ‘im
when a well-place Dive Missile blew a hole through ‘im. But the walls
weren't gonna take this abuse much longer.
Thankfully, despite their best efforts, Pirateman, Neptune, and Frostman
joined Diveman just before the wall gave.
“Sorry we’re late!” Pirate greeted. “Waveman held us up.” Dive simply
gave Jack Sparrow the finger as the wall buckled.
“It’s not going to hold!” Neptune warned as he and the other Cossackers
took cover down a hallway, ‘n not a moment too soon. Stoneman broke
through the wall like the fuckin’ Kool-Aid Man, sendin’ concrete
‘n steel girders every whichaway. As the dust settled, the four Cossackers
could make out Stone’s silhouette triumphantly raisn’ ‘is rocky fists
in the air.
“Nail tha bastard!” Dive growled as he ‘n ‘is cavalry leapt from
their cover, their weapons blazin’. Neptune let loose a rapid stream
o’ aquamarine at the piles o’ rubble behind Stone, takin’ Stone’s
pet rocks outta the equation. Dive, Pirate, ‘n Frost hammered at
the asswipe with Dive Missiles, Remote Mines, ‘n Ice Gattlin’ respectively,
mostly jus’ to keep Stone from nailin’ the Guppy. However Stone weren’t
too impressed, n’ simply conjured up ‘nother rocky geyser which deflected
“Alright, time for step 2,” Dive noted as he pulled out a dive mine
and lobbed it in front of Frostman. The mine blew up in fronta the
yeti’s face, the light from the explosion blindin’ him sumthin’ fierce.
The Ice Ape covered his eyes, ‘n screamed in anguish as the flash
brought back all sorts o’ nasty memories he’d been tryin’ to put
behind ‘im. It didn’t have as much punch as a Flash Bomb, but it
was doin’ the trick. Smilin’, Dive dragged Pirate as far ‘way from
Frost as he could as the yeti howled in pain…then in rage. The apeshit
insane popsicle screamed incoherently like a spaz as he magiced 'im
up a hammer o' ice, ‘n charged full tilt right through the rock storm
straight at Stoneman. Neptune, however was caught between the Roid
Rager ‘n the Rollin’ Stones, ‘n frantically tried to getta outta
Frost’s way. Unfortunately for ‘im, the spaz was a smidge quicker
on the draw than he was, ‘n flattened the Little Mermaid with ‘is
hammer, his spine snappin' with a sickenin’ crunch.
“Diveman, you heartless son of a bitch! “ Pirate spat, glarin’ at
Diveman. Dive hissed in frustration as he slugged Long John Silver.
“Fine, I’m an asshole,” Dive replied indifferently. “Now lissen good,
Bluebeard. We got one shot at this…”
The fuckin' yeti bellowed with rage as he jus’ shrugged off the cyclone’s
rocky punishment. The psycho slammed one o' Stone's legs, smashin’
it to splinters. Stoneman frantically tried usin' the remains o'
leg to form a shield on 'is hand, but Frost jus' bashed it to even
smaller pieces before it could fully form. Mongo brought ‘is hammer
down on Stone's head, poundin’ it ta dust. The effin’ psycho raised
his hammer ‘n screamed in triumphant rage…jus’ as two jagged shards
o' stone lodged 'emselves into Frost's eyes. Vanilla Ice dropped
‘is hammer ‘n staggered ‘round, howlin’ in mad pain as Stone fixed
‘imself up from his one undissolved pile o’ rubble. Pressin' 'is
advantage, Stone conjured a couple o’ rocky spikes from his rock
pile 'n drove 'em into Frost's knees, pinnin’ ‘im to the wall. The
snowball on steroids slouched to tha ground, howlin’ in pain as he
threw a hissy fit.
"Any more smart ideas?" Stoneman smugly asked the overpowered
Comrades as he raised 'is hammer. Diveman simply shot the CO a blade-like
"Ever been had?" Stoneman shot the sub a befuddled look
jus’ before he was blown from the inside out. While Frost kept ‘im
occupied, Pirate ‘n Dive ‘n stuck a shitload o’ Dive n’ Remote mines
to the rocks in 'is rubble pile. ‘N when he used ‘em to patch ‘imself
up, the stupid bastard unknowingly incorporated dozens of hidden
bombs into his internal structure. In a panic, Stoneman tried takin'
usin' some o' 'is rubble to patch 'imself up like before, but there
weren’t ‘nuff rocks nearby for 'im to use. Neptune'd dissolved 'em
all into sludge with ‘is Aquamarine. The SA's pet rock was shit outta
luck as ‘is busted up controllin’ spheres fell to the ground.
"Ya guys did great," Dive sneered, lightin' a cig as he
looked the fallen squatters over. One o’ ‘em was flat as a pancake,
the other was blind as a bat, crippled, 'n in need o’ a Ritalin OD.
Pirate however, was shootin’ Dive a look as though he’d knocked up
"CC Diveman! Where the hell are you?! We need you down in the
basement, immediately!" Drill shouted over tha com. Dive rolled
his eyes as he adjusted his jacket.
"Don't get yer panties in a twist boss. I'm on my way," Dive
shot back as he took a drag off his cig. "Well, I gotta run.
They're playin' my song," Dive jeered.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Pirate scolded, blockin’ Dive’s path.
Hissin’ in frustration, Dive shot ‘im with a Dive Missile, knockin’
the prissy bastard outta his way. Smilin' his blade-like smile, Dive
flicked’ his cig at Captain Hook as he left.